Broken Laughs

(ahhhh, mm-hmm) I sit alone at

the table in the back

Watching them laugh as they plan their attack

They whisper secrets, then look right at me

Testing how broken

a person can be (ooh)

With friends like these,

who needs enemies They build me up just to bring me to

my knees

Behind my back, the laughter never ends (no,

no) Is this the way we treat our oldest friends?

I keep my head down,

pretending I'm fine

Drawing a line that they cross every time

They call it joking,

but I feel the bite

Crying alone in the cold of the night

With friends like these,

who needs enemies They build me up just to bring me to

my knees

Behind my back, the laughter never ends (yeah)

Is this the way we treat our oldest friends?

Just a target in their game

(so

cold)

They don't even say my name (mm-mmm)